[center][h1][color=gray][b]Backup[/b][/color][/h1]
East Side 
Interaction with Alien Angel [@DarkRecon][/center]
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Suddenly, the hot dog eating heroine wasn't alone on her lunch break. Someone was talking to her! Backup turned around, looking at Angel while chewing. She swallowed and scoffed. [color=gray][b]"Que pasa? I''m eatin' a fuckin' hot dog, that's 'que pasa.'"[/b][/color] She said. It was annoying that she was being interrupted on a snack break. She turned away from Angel and kept eating.

A.A. rolled her eyes for a moment but kept at it with her current VR window but based on the information, that was about the expected response.

[color=f49ac2]"...oy I know you like your solitude but there ARE nicer ways to tell someone to piss off...BUUUT I'm one to talk."[/color], Angel then said.

Should Backup look at her at this point, she might note the curious face she was making at her pink VR window. Then putting her finger to her ear.

Backup rolled her eyes. [color=gray][b]"Fuckin' A. You sure are."[/b][/color] She glanced over at her.

[color=gray][b]"Another cyber chick. What are you doing? Can't you quit fuckin' around on my lunch roof?[/b]"[/color] She said, holding the paper container of her hotdog in one hand. Backup had favorite places to eat her lunch in all of the Boroughs. This was her East Side Lunch Break Roof, ontop of a combined laundromat and apartment. Mr. Reiz, the guy selling hot dogs on this block made the best in Castleburg. Backup visited him twice a month and enjoyed her lunch here. And now this pink lady with no shoes was yapping in her ear.

Angel then got up then said, [color=f49ac2]"I have to now. Just found my "crisis" of the day and it's a nasty one too...probably will hear about it from Wiseman if you bother to use that Smartwatch."[/color] Backup worked her mouth up to the side, and glanced down at her Stopwatch. What's Wiseman got to do with anything? 

Alien Angel then walked away from Backup, closing the VR window, then stood at the edge of the roof. Then, to perhaps the surprise of Backup, she transformed...

[color=f49ac2]"...and hey, the name's Alien Angel...and it was actually nice talkin to ya señora."[/color]

Angel then leaped off the roof. Backup waved her away dismissively. [color=gray][b]"Yeah, whatever, fuck off with you."[/b][/color]

[color=gray][b]"Finally."[/b][/color] She said, enjoying the rest of her hotdog. There were tons of spices, vegetables, and sauces on it. Backup wiped her face and fingers down with a napkin and crumpled it up. If HERO really needed her help, they would summon her. So she didn't have jack shit to worry about until then. She leaned over the side of the roof into the alley and dropped her garbage into the open dumpster she knew was there.

She decided to change up her patrol route today. Instead of going left, she would go right. Away from that weirdo Alien Angel. The fuck kind of name is that, anyway? She didn't look like an Alien, or an Angel. Was she a new hero? She seemed to know something. But until Backup was given orders, she would go around doing her thing like she always did. Her boots pounded against the roof as she took a running leap to a building ten feet below, landing with a roll. She converted the momentum into a vault over an AC unit and then hopped up onto the next roof. 

Patrolling was relaxing and she constantly honed her freerunning. When night fell, she would either continue patrolling, or if she was really bored, hit the underground fight or racing rings. And occasionally take a day or two off back at her apartment. Or God forbid that glorified daycare HERO One if she was there post-mission for some reason. Yuck.